Damn there's a lot of cops dedicated to fucking racers up now.

We started out rolling to GIS where there was just a bunch of loitering going on, as usual. No action in sight, so we decided to head over to CIS in hopes of a better scene. We get there, and before I even park I get flagged down by some older guy. His story was his boat broke down, and he needed a ride.

Well going against my better judgment and my sense of fun I decided to help the guy out took him to Westchase so he could get some blankets and shit for his friends on his boat, and over to another house to get something else then back to CIS we went.

By this time however, everyone had gone from the paved side and there were about 50 cars on the other side. Just as I thought about pulling in, the siren's go off, and the lights go on... great.

So I decided it's late... im bored, Im going to find someone to fuck with on the highway... well even this comes up with nothing. Not even a baby seal to bludgeon on the way home...

Well I decide to give the girl Im seeing a call and head over there, and call it a night. On the way to her place I run into a white, seemingly turbo, open downpipe talon. We catch a light together and slowly roll out when it hits green. I didnt hear him really wanting to play, so I shifted into second, and laid into the throttle to let him know I wanted some.

Well it was cold, and I have shitty tires, so the back end got squirrely for a few thousand rpm. I let out of it to see his reply....

He took the bait, and laid into it. I was still in third at this point, and decided to keep it there, roll into the throttle and watch the boost climb. I caught him and pulled past him just enough for me, and let off of it.

We exchanged pleasantries and went on our seperate ways. I also got laid that night.

So besides the random guy needing help, the obscene amount of cops everywhere, and only 1 race.... at least I got head.